Cloud looked around, the sweat glistening on his forehead. The dream
had been so real. He scanned his room, and slumped back into bed. He'd been
having this dream for about a week, now.
It had been about a month since the destruction of Meteor and few actually knew what actually took place at the crater and as such, fame didn't come to the members of AVALANCHE, though the knowledge they have spread like wildfire. Wutai and Junon, being the two dominant powers had taken Midgar's place and quickly outlawed Mako.
Cloud got up and stumbled to his bathroom. Flicking on the light, he covered his eyes, not being able to see with the sudden light. Damn, he shouldn't have been out so late last night. His head was pounding. Aspirin, that's what he needed. Fumbling with the handle, he opened the cabinet. Finding what he looked for, he swallowed about three, not caring how many exactly.
He walked back to his room, looking at the clock.
1:30 p.m.
Tripping on a liquor bottle, he walked to his dresser, pulling out a shirt. Putting it on, he walked out to his living room. Opening the fridge and pushing away what looked like what used to be milk, he found some cold cuts. Slapping it on some bread, he bit into it.
.and spit it out.
Gods, how old was this stuff?
Pulling on a coat, he walked out the door to be greeted by blindingly cold wind. Walking about two blocks, he came to a restaurant. Walking in, he was greeted by familiar voices.
"Morning, Cloud. The usual?"
"I guess"
Slumping into a seat by the counter, he looked around. The cook was making his meal, bacon and eggs, like always. Two women sitting at a booth were chatting happily about something, and in the corner there was a man. A man who was wearing a red cloak. His meal being put in front of him, Cloud asked him, "Whose that man over there?"
"What man?"
"The one in the corner."
"Oh him? I dunno, just showed up. Kinda weird fella, just asked for water. Strange thing is, he has this wicked looking metal claw."
Cloud dropped his fork, halfway to his mouth, turning to face the cloaked stranger.
'No.' He thought, 'It couldn't be.'
It had been about a month since the destruction of Meteor and few actually knew what actually took place at the crater and as such, fame didn't come to the members of AVALANCHE, though the knowledge they have spread like wildfire. Wutai and Junon, being the two dominant powers had taken Midgar's place and quickly outlawed Mako.
Cloud got up and stumbled to his bathroom. Flicking on the light, he covered his eyes, not being able to see with the sudden light. Damn, he shouldn't have been out so late last night. His head was pounding. Aspirin, that's what he needed. Fumbling with the handle, he opened the cabinet. Finding what he looked for, he swallowed about three, not caring how many exactly.
He walked back to his room, looking at the clock.
1:30 p.m.
Tripping on a liquor bottle, he walked to his dresser, pulling out a shirt. Putting it on, he walked out to his living room. Opening the fridge and pushing away what looked like what used to be milk, he found some cold cuts. Slapping it on some bread, he bit into it.
.and spit it out.
Gods, how old was this stuff?
Pulling on a coat, he walked out the door to be greeted by blindingly cold wind. Walking about two blocks, he came to a restaurant. Walking in, he was greeted by familiar voices.
"Morning, Cloud. The usual?"
"I guess"
Slumping into a seat by the counter, he looked around. The cook was making his meal, bacon and eggs, like always. Two women sitting at a booth were chatting happily about something, and in the corner there was a man. A man who was wearing a red cloak. His meal being put in front of him, Cloud asked him, "Whose that man over there?"
"What man?"
"The one in the corner."
"Oh him? I dunno, just showed up. Kinda weird fella, just asked for water. Strange thing is, he has this wicked looking metal claw."
Cloud dropped his fork, halfway to his mouth, turning to face the cloaked stranger.
'No.' He thought, 'It couldn't be.'